Yes Mommy was all I said. she had kept all her clothes from when she was yonger in the attic she went digging around and came down with a arm full of ...hings to shame me with.Mommy striped off my nightie and heels and for fun spanked my little dick and balls.She then dressed me in a short mini skirt and holter top and put thigh high leather boots on my feet. then she said now all we have to do is show you off in public and make everyone know your my little bitch. she took me to the mall and. "Your only knowledge of how to be a girl comes from reading magazinesand imitating me. Other girls your age have friends who they shareexperiences with. Wouldn't that be nice?" What do you mean 'other girls my age'," I asked."Dear, you are becoming more of a girl every week. Isn't thatmarvelous?"Just then the doorbell rang."Can you get it, Mallory?"I hesitated and decided there was no choice. I was wearing a shirt thatbuttoned right over left, but otherwise was basically plain. I hopedthat the. So I shit, showered, and shaved everything. Then got dressed in tight boot cut jeans, a black dress shirt, and boots. He picked me up in a red Mazda Miata from my apartment. He complimented me on how I was cuter in person than the pictures I sent him over the phone. I blushed a little (I wasn't then nor I am now used to hearing compliments on my looks). He must have left the office when he picked me up. He was dressed in khaki slacks and polo. Gary kissed me on my cheek and escorted me to his. I gave him the view of a lifetime! Black thong fitting snugly in the crease of my bottom, I could imagine his eyes. Imagining no more, I turned back to him. The look on his face gave me great satisfaction, as I pranced to the couch. He grabbed my arm and twirled me back to him, ensconcing me in his arms. So close we were, that my skin burned from the touch of his. Sliding my fingers around to the small of his back and into his boxer shorts, I slipped them off of his hips, where they fell to.